Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

She put him out like the burnin’ end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin’ to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said, ‘I’ll love her till I die.’
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

My 2 Cents – So this song is sad…and has a very suicidal feeling to it. and this time of year this is something that many of us struggle with. You are important. You are worthy. If you need someone to talk to please reach out.

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Monday Poetry

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The art of blogging

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Blogging is harder than it looks. There’s timing, hashtags, content, and readers to consider. When you first start, if you are anything like I was, you think that you really are less than interested in sticking to a schedule… more that you just want to get what you have to say heard.

Then you start seeing that you are being seen more… Hence people are seeing what you have to say… And it becomes the thing to stick with a schedule (something I am still struggling with)…

So you find yourself searching through the daily Hashtags to find something that both fits your blog and is easy to do content for. You realize that the blog is in control.

I think that I am just not going to plan for Friday. If I feel like posting I will. Thursday is going to stay chaotic as a true mad tea party should be chaotic. (Even if the poet hosting the party is only half mad…). So I think that the blog posts that I share regularly will be Monday poetry, Tuesday Tunes, and Wordless Wednesday. Even the weeks where I am struggling I can usually do those 3.

It was suggested that I do a Follow Friday… Problem is it does not fit my blog. It’s too calm for my crazy

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Creeping eyes from across this masquerade
Feeling scared, every stare will cut like blades
Dead inside, try to hide behind
And shake the tremors

[Verse 2]
Hiding with a smile in a crowded place
Moaning through the lips of a plastic face
Every word just a code that screams
Owned by terror
Are you scared to see what lies beneath
Behind these artificial teeth
Through the guilty strings this mask
Controls it’s wearer

[Chorus]
Trapped in our own disguises
Cut free but soulless still
Our dreams our haunted by the
Ghosts we kill
Identities of silence
In search of cheaper scares
We’re all surrounded by the
Masks we wear

[Verse 3]
Vilified for deeds done in the light
Hiding away within plain sight
These cloaks are keeping safe
The secret faces
Terrified of making one mistake
Narrow mind t’ill the soul begins to break
We are just husks seeking
The world’s false graces

[Chorus]
Trapped in our own disguises
Cut free but soulless still
Our dreams our haunted by the
Ghosts we kill
Identities of silence
In search of cheaper scares
We’re all surrounded by the
Masks we wear

[Verse 4]
Awake within the moment
Asleep throughout our lives
We suffer in this torment
Ensnared in our own lies
In facelessness we’re equal
When we’re not even there
You’re someone underneath this
Behind the mask you wear

[Chorus]
Trapped in our own disguises
Cut free but soulless still
Our dreams our haunted by the
Ghosts we kill
Identities of silence
In search of cheaper scares
We’re all surrounded by the
Masks we wear
Trapped in our own disguises
Cut free but soulless still
Our dreams our haunted by the
Ghosts we kill
Identities of silence
In search of cheaper scares
We’re all surrounded by the
Masks we wear

My 2 Cents

This year has a lot of mask themes. It feels like it is being encouraged more an more to hide who we truly are. I am not sure if I am happy about this. This song expresses that unease at the hiding of self. it makes me feel like I am less of a freak in the fact that I hate the hiding we do,

about to release the crafts

Monster High style earrings $5 plus shipping costs.

ok. I am multi faceted. I design jewelry. I make various pieces. I sell them… or I try to… this year has put a damper on the sale of stuff. I have to work on that. To that end I think that I will be trying to do a sudo store. I will be doing a page of pictures of for sale stuff and put the price as caption. then I can do PayPal for the transactions.

Monday Poetry